The Wistful Incense

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2026-08-17 15:59:48 -

"Cut it off," the Warden said. His voice was dry, like leaves scraping over stone. "Cut it off now." You looked at your hands. They were trembling. The iron shears were heavy in your grip, cold enough to burn. You were not a gardener. You were a sinner. Or so the ledger claimed. You were also hungry. Your stomach had been growling for three days, a low, persistent drumbeat against your ribs...

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